Welcome to the last year of this textual/visual diary. Exploring words, spaces and aesthetics. 

"...with people like us our home is where we are not"

"...with people like us our home is where we are not"

I found myself aching a little to watch the snowy landscape go below me. As I tried my best to hold my tears, because unfortunately for people like me we have tendencies; to always leave a piece of ourselves behind, even in the places we don't really belong. We see the foreign as home, 'and our home is where we are not.'

Oslo // Spring 2015.

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